THE PLEA

My whole heart is a wreck.

Light is weak in my eyes and

The air hums a sad tune in my ears.

I feel blank while I smoke my crack

And my throat gulps pep pills with drinks.

My mind flies till the third sky, but I can’t find calm.

My pulse beats fast and my lips have dried up.

My skin soaks the sheets of my bed,

My legs and hands are frail, they shake.

I’ve burned my brain for no end.

My dreams have turned to ash,

My hope has sunk in the mud of rue.

Swords of fright stab my soul,

My nose is stiff with the fierce white dust.

I am in dire straits with this black choice.

My sense is out of bounds,

My breath shakes with death throes

The end, the end has come.

Thoughts of shame go round my heart:

When did I lose sight of my sound mind?

Why did I not hear mom’s and dad’s rules?

How can I get a new chance?

On my dark trip to this hell,

I can see a flare, up, at the top of the hole.

A huge hand slides down and takes me.

In no time at all, I am hauled up to a cloud,

Drops of tears cleanse my soul

And my sense turns clear.

It looks like a new start.

My flesh and bones feel strange.

My blood runs pure in my veins.

I’ve been saved from the jaws of death!

A calm voice fills my ears,

Sweet words flood my mind;

A warm look wraps my heart,

Then, I lift my eyes with a dazed look.

In front of me, the most grand soul;

With knees bowed close to me,

She holds my head on her thighs.

My sole love in life.

With a broad smile on her face

And deep faith in her words,

She says to me,

“Dear, the Lord heard my plea.”